Bi-Sexual Female / 51
My husband and I have been married for 40 years. After some time things got quiet and all we did was work. Fifteen years ago a girl went to work for my husband and he talked about her. I met her, we had lunch, she was nice and pretty and very feminine. I told him that night from what I saw when we had lunch she was open to him. Why not get with her and get some spice in our lives. I told him our lives, he repeated our lives, and I said why not, I needed something new too.
All naked and stripped of all her clothes she looked so tiny to me, five feet and 110 pounds, but she had all the right parts and he could lift her and nail her which just sent me into a spin. She wasn't really open to it at the time, but I told her that I wanted to give her a love kiss and prepare her before he had sex with her. It was the first time ever that I went down on another woman, and when I did she was definitely another woman and I found I really enjoyed it, immediately addicting.
She was our third part for a couple of years and although she always said she only participated with me because he asked her to, for me it opened a whole new world of sex I hadn't known and even if she says it was obligatory, I enjoyed it when I was foreplay for her.
He became her sole lover and over the next ten years we had several women who were amenable to being with both a man and woman. It was both women who didn't mind the woman before the man, and lesbians who didn't mind the man. What we had a hard time with was hitting the mark. We never hit the mark.
Three years ago, I will say quite unintentionally, my husband who could not be distant from Celeste, went to see her and he fucked her silly that afternoon. She hadn't been with him for several weeks, and whatever he did he recemented with her. She came over for dinner, she and I went to a play together. She was now 38 and not 26, after a lot of denial she admitted what I knew but I needed to hear, she had not been with anyone except him all these years.
I asked her if she was ready to come back to us, both of us, I still liked her, in fact I told her I had never really liked any of the other women that we had gotten together with, and I wanted her back too. But I needed her to want to come back to both of us. If she was going to stay only with him I understood, but I was honest, right then sitting with her I hungered for her pussy and I told her. I told her, he had her to play with, but I was playing around with other girls too. But eating pussy of other women was not the same, I hungered for her pussy and I wanted to be with her when she and my husband had sex.
We got together again, the years had taken their toll, my husband can't lift her and nail her in the air like he used to, but she can bend over and he can get her that way. Eating her after a ten year break was also different. She wasn't the young woman she was, scared of being with the two of us, now she was offering it, giving it up so she could be made to want him more. And it is not only her pussy anymore, I get the whole package, during our years apart I learned to appreciate a girl head to toe, and having all of her is particularly satisfying. Especially because it is her.
I told my husband that I mean it when I tell her I love her, and I want to hear from her that she loves me, us, not just him. I know that her love for him has never stopped, she has always been his. I want her to be mine too, because if one woman owns me it is her, she always has, from that very first day we met having lunch. I had never hungered for another woman until that day, and I have never stopped hungering for her. From the day I first met her I wanted to kiss her and make love with her, and every time I am with her I want to kiss her and make love with her.
All naked and stripped of all her clothes she looked so tiny to me, five feet and 110 pounds, but she had all the right parts and he could lift her and nail her which just sent me into a spin. She wasn't really open to it at the time, but I told her that I wanted to give her a love kiss and prepare her before he had sex with her. It was the first time ever that I went down on another woman, and when I did she was definitely another woman and I found I really enjoyed it, immediately addicting.
She was our third part for a couple of years and although she always said she only participated with me because he asked her to, for me it opened a whole new world of sex I hadn't known and even if she says it was obligatory, I enjoyed it when I was foreplay for her.
He became her sole lover and over the next ten years we had several women who were amenable to being with both a man and woman. It was both women who didn't mind the woman before the man, and lesbians who didn't mind the man. What we had a hard time with was hitting the mark. We never hit the mark.
Three years ago, I will say quite unintentionally, my husband who could not be distant from Celeste, went to see her and he fucked her silly that afternoon. She hadn't been with him for several weeks, and whatever he did he recemented with her. She came over for dinner, she and I went to a play together. She was now 38 and not 26, after a lot of denial she admitted what I knew but I needed to hear, she had not been with anyone except him all these years.
I asked her if she was ready to come back to us, both of us, I still liked her, in fact I told her I had never really liked any of the other women that we had gotten together with, and I wanted her back too. But I needed her to want to come back to both of us. If she was going to stay only with him I understood, but I was honest, right then sitting with her I hungered for her pussy and I told her. I told her, he had her to play with, but I was playing around with other girls too. But eating pussy of other women was not the same, I hungered for her pussy and I wanted to be with her when she and my husband had sex.
We got together again, the years had taken their toll, my husband can't lift her and nail her in the air like he used to, but she can bend over and he can get her that way. Eating her after a ten year break was also different. She wasn't the young woman she was, scared of being with the two of us, now she was offering it, giving it up so she could be made to want him more. And it is not only her pussy anymore, I get the whole package, during our years apart I learned to appreciate a girl head to toe, and having all of her is particularly satisfying. Especially because it is her.
I told my husband that I mean it when I tell her I love her, and I want to hear from her that she loves me, us, not just him. I know that her love for him has never stopped, she has always been his. I want her to be mine too, because if one woman owns me it is her, she always has, from that very first day we met having lunch. I had never hungered for another woman until that day, and I have never stopped hungering for her. From the day I first met her I wanted to kiss her and make love with her, and every time I am with her I want to kiss her and make love with her.
